Masha Gejo
hey! im a 16 year old who takes on the hobby of writing and reading, and hopes to make a career out of it.
Masha Gejo
hey! im a 16 year old who takes on the hobby of writing and reading, and hopes to make a career out of it.
hey! im a 16 year old who takes on the hobby of writing and reading, and hopes to make a career out of it.
hey! im a 16 year old who takes on the hobby of writing and reading, and hopes to make a career out of it.
There is never one way to describe a song like there is never one way to describe what i’m feeling with her.
We use songs to control our feelings, as our feelings control our own. Some songs tell stories, beautiful love stories to depressing deaths of our loved ones. The emotion she put in my story, however, feels like a mix in between everything.
What was once a beautiful harmony, sung together by two birds who would die for a simple touch of the other, is now a heartwrenching song that repeats over and over again in your head as if it’s masochism is enlighten at your demise. It rubs it in your face and leaves a sticky feeling inside that seems like it’s two hundred pounds heavy.
But the harmony stays the same, unfortunately. The melody, the rhythm, even the stray backing vocals during the chorus. Everything. Reminds me. Of her. The sticky feeling inside of my body infects every one of my living cells and scrapes them against the wall of my heart, as I scrape my feet across the street that she lives on.
This is the moment. This is the moment where the listener holds their breath, awaiting for the next beat. This is the pre-chorus. This is it.
But when I walk up to the front door, I don’t know why I stop.
_The listener has just heard the chorus, thinking it was the end of it, but the bridge reminds them of why their here in the first place. _
All the memories start to flood my head again, flooding my lungs and my chest as I sink towards the floor. It seems as if she just slammed a door into my heart, but instead she opens it and saw me laying in front of her. She didn’t even say anything as she took my limp body and sat me on the couch.
_The last verse. _ _After the experience of the chorus and the bridge, the listener listens to the same verse for the last time, but now portrays it with a different perspective. _
She was my dark. But now she’s the light. The confusion hit my body before it hit my mind so I try to drift off to sleep to ease the emotions.
_Sometimes, the artist would leave a raw message at the end, and usually it directs personally to their fans. But I just never would have thought the personal touch would have such a sting. _
"I knew you would come back. You can’t escape me."
“Uhh.. just go to your left, you should see the door there.” Death does his job well, directing people into certain death or revival. This recent customer, Bob something, was certain that he will be revived but Death saw that there was no chance. He had no clue that the door on his left leads to certain death, yet he still walked through. Humans, what a strange concept; Death thought aloud, even though there was no one there to hear.
He was impatient, as tonight he went through his customers super fast. The night clearly seemed long for him, as you can tell from his many sighs and gnarly comments toward the blank air around him. Tonight was different, it was special to him. He started stressing when the line of customers came to an end, signaling that it’s almost daytime. If she didn’t come, that means she didn’t die. And if she didn’t die, she might have been cured. He secretly doesn’t want that, even though it’s what’s best for her.
Tragically, for her, at least, she came back. You wouldn’t think that Death himself would ever own such a huge smile, but there it was.
“Now, let’s make this quick, shall we? We only have a few minutes!”
“I have so much I wanna tell you! So, first, I started second grade last month!! I made soooo much new friends and I don’t have much homework, just some colouring sheets, and my teachers are really nice!!! And, my mommy told me that if my heart stops again she would give me ice cream after!! And look at my teddy bear, her name is…”
This scenario plays out every 6 or so months, where Emily’s heart fails and she is sent to Deaths office, but stays for only a few minutes before getting revived. These are the best moments in Deaths long, lonely days, but some of the worst for Emily and her family. These things come as traumatic to humans, but Death can’t help but find joy in these moments. But just like that, the light takes her, and she is revived. Death is all alone again. He already wishes she would be back.
No one believes that anything could exceed infinity, just like how no one believed that Emily could exceed life, even after so many heart failures.
Emily is now a grown woman, studying to become a doctor, just like the ones that helped her everytime when her heart stopped. They still see each other, but the gaps in between have grown so long that it made Death go insane.
“I can’t believe I only see you for every 3 years now. I feel like i’m going insane when your away now.”
“Heh, that’s very sweet of you. What would you do if I had been cured then, I wonder?”
“Well, I hope that never happens then.” Death gives a small smile, but after seeing Emily’s reaction he quickly realizes what he said. “I-Im sorry, i didn’t mean it like tha-“
“You really mean that.. don’t you?” Her beautiful face is being ruined with mixed emotions of all kinds, as Death sits and contemplates what he truly wants. He wants to see her, but he also wants what’s best for her. In this case, he can’t have both.
“You know, if you only care about yourself, maybe you don’t deserve to see me. Maybe, I should make my heart stop for good. How’s that sound, huh?”
“no… NO, PLEASE DONT-“
“Too late, i’ve already made up my mind. See you tomorrow.” She closes her eyes as the light takes her again.
This was the only time you would ever see Death dreading the day Emily would come. But she came. The two of them waited silently for the light, dreading the moment where the supposed infinity turns to infinity and one.
And just like that, the light takes her, and she is dead. For good.
(this turned out to be set in the 20s because i’ve been so wrapped up in an incoming history test so i took inspiration from that 😭 i also added something similar to a crossroads demon from supernatural, so enjoy ig!)
Cindy, Susan, and Gordon are my absolute top priority. Always has been. Even when my husband, William, left us for the war a few years back, leaving us nothing but a couple of antique furniture he said to sell.
He always knew how to keep care of us, how to save money, how to spend it, but now we don’t even have him during what city folk call "The Great Depression". Our only source of income is the antiques he left behind, which I was able to start an antique shop from. The value of the antiques became so low, though, that I was only getting around a nickel per day. It was a ridiculous way to live, but everyone lived in desperate times now. I didn’t want this for my children. They deserve better.
Not only was my income getting dangerously low, but the shop itself started corroding. Slowly falling apart in every passing second. The paint peeling, pipes bursting, lights flickering, shelves falling, causing every single antique around or on top to break. I’m a person who always has a plan ahead, but I seriously had no clue how to recover from this.
Until he showed up.
At first I didn’t trust him, but after he mentioned his offer, a new building and guaranteed visitors, I couldn’t say no. All it cost me, he said, was my soul, whatever that means. But desperate times call for insanely suspicious desperate measures, I guess.
I proceeded with the offer and almost immediately I noticed the building slowly getting fixed, being repainted, shelves fixing themselves, even the lights had a nice new warm tone to them. The man worked true, breathtaking, magic. It was such a relief to see all of this, but what really took my breath away was the immediate cluster of people walking through the doors. How are all these people suddenly interested in my antiques? I didn’t bother asking, I was too busy enjoying myself in making sales. I turn to say thank you to the mysterious man but he already turned toward the doors. As he looked behind him to admire his work, though, I noticed, for a split second, his eyes turned black. I thought I was just imagining it, as I was still shook from the immediate change in the environment. But in a couple days time I realize that was not the case.
Yes, my antique shop has completly restored in its health, but my health was declining rapidly. At first it was a small fever, turned to coughing blood, and an inability to breathe properly. At some point along the way I slowly lost my vision too. I could barely get out of bed from how weak I was. I finally know what the mysterious man meant by my soul. He meant my existence itself. And now, i’m not worried about me personally, but about my children. I made the deal for them to live a long, healthy, life, but now they won’t have any parent to look out for them. They can run the shop, but who knows how long it’s going to take for the shop to break down again? Surely the mysterious man won’t keep his magic up for long after i’ve gone.
As i’m writing this now i’m realizing that i’ve made a grave mistake, but it’s too late now. Cindy, Susan, and Gordon, my babies, if your reading this, i’m so sorry. I wish this didn’t turn out the way it did.
Me and Marcus would always skip school and meet up here. It’s a nice place, really, where all you can see is a thick, beautiful forest surrounding you and no one in sight for miles. It’s probably the reason why we chose this particular path to follow when we couldn’t find our own path in life. Finals week, summer jobs, relationships, or choosing courses, me and Marcus always had something on our mind, and we would always talk it out here, together. I’m so lucky to have a friend like him.
Oh, Marcus. If only you could see how desperately I need you now.
I still remember, third of December, me and Marcus went out here during fourth period and just talked, and talked, and talked. We lost track of time by how much we were just laying there, giggling over the stupidest jokes. He always managed to make me laugh, even in the toughest of times. He was so good at it, in fact, that I even suggested he should pursue a job in comedy.
"I swear, you need to be some sort of stand-up!" I said while stiffening a laugh.
"Yes, i can see it now, the next best thing to Moe Howard, the great, the amazing, Witty Whiz! Starring Marcus, a professional comedian who’s been doing this gig for many years, and his best friend, Ollie." He looks up to the sky and acts like he can remember this day very clearly, like it was yesterday. He punches me in the shoulder while having the most smug little grin i’ve ever seen.
At this point, my laugh is uncontrollable. "No, stop it! I’m never gonna be a comedian. No way José!"
"Who the hell is José anyway? Why is he deciding your future when WE COULD DO ANYTHING IN THE WORLD!!" He stands up and screams at the sun, as if he was talking to Jesus Christ himself.
We laughed so hard that day, we were both struggling to breathe. I swear, I could feel my ribs closing in on me, screaming who on earth could laugh for this long. That’s when we finally came to our senses and noticed it was pitch black outside. We ran, for so long, all the way back to our houses. We would bike but, I got grounded when my mom found out I had a girlfriend and she took my bike. Of course, both of our moms had given us quite a lecture when we finally arrived home at around 4 am, but for the rest of the night we just stayed up talking over our walkie talkies, too excited to go go-karting with each other on Friday. We saw each other every other day, it was a wonder how we didn’t get sick of each other.
The next day was when it happened.
I was pouring my orange juice in my cup that morning when my mom comes and says that Marcus was calling me. She scowled at the mere thought of Marcus, still mad over what happened the other night. I went downstairs to our landline phone and picked up.
"Hey, Ollie. I just want to call you and say… to try and say…" he trailed off for a bit, and I was just starting to think he hung up on me when he continued. "Man, I can’t do this. Just… meet me at the path again, ok? we can talk it out there, like always."
Obviously concerned, I knew this was an urgent matter. I ignored everything my mom said last night and stormed out of the house, stealing my bike back and paddling my way there at lightning speed.
I waited there for hours. Nothing. I started to count the amount of sweat drops clamming on my hands but quickly lost count. I was asking a billion questions in my head, my ribs starting to hurt now for a different reason. Is Marcus ok? Did he make it home safe? Is he grounded? I didn’t notice I was pacing around in a circle for hours so I stopped to rest my dying legs. But when I see him, finally, my legs heal themselves instantly as I sprint my way over to Marcus, knocking over my bike and probably busting a screw loose. I jump on him, giving him the tightest hug i’ve ever given.
"Woah there, Speedy Gonzales! Give me a sec to breathe!" He gives a little smile but underneath it I could see that something was gravely wrong.
While catching my breath, I blurt, "You kept me waiting for so long! I was thinking God knows what! Like.. what if you failed a test or.. if.. " I trail off as my clear attempt of making it seem like I was fine was quickly fading.
"I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t keep you waiting. It’s so hard sneaking out now after last night. What can I say, mom’s orders. And uh…doctors orders."
"Doctor? what do you mean-"
"Shhh, wait, please, let me explain it all. You deserve to know." He puts a finger on my lips and I try to stay silent, but the questions start coming in again. What if it’s…
"Cancer. yeah, I know what your thinking. My doctor says I need to start chemo, pronto. Now I was alright with that, we all were, but…"
"B..but it’s too expensive. How will you guys pay it off?"
"We won’t. I have an uncle up in Chicago who can give us a loan. It’s cheaper there too, so we decided that I should stay at my uncles until chemos done."
I was in absolute shock. we stood there staring at each other for so long, it’s like our eyes were in denial.
"S..so your staying in Chicago? But isn’t chemotherapy like, a really long process?"
"It is." He lets out a big, heavy sigh. "Tomorrow is when I leave, since my doctor demands that it’s very urgent that we start immediately." He puts his hands on my shoulders and we stare for a bit more.
Sunset starts spilling in the sky, and Marcus lets go, leaving two cold shoulders and a very cold heart.
"Tell your girlfriend I said hello. Sorry, i’m bad at this whole goodbye thing."
I wanted to tell him that it’s all going to be ok, and that we would see each other again soon, but I couldn’t form any words. I didn’t even say goodbye.
This was that place where we spend most of our lives together, where we came up with Witty Whiz and a bunch of other stupid jokes. He died a year after that, and when I heard the news, I had to come back here.
He still lives in my heart though. I still sometimes catch myself asking for his opinion on something or asking for advice. I own a go-karting company named after him, Witty Whiz. I worked at the company for my whole life, even if I could retire.
I will never forget you, Marcus. I will see you very soon now.
"Thank you!" the kind school girl said, excited to go back home to her bed, for she is grateful for the gift of medicine from the travelling medicine man.
"Thank you!" the kind cashier smiled, making his way back to his aisle, for he is grateful for the gift of medicine from the travelling medicine man.
"Thank you!" the kind chef sputtered, dropping his knife as he went for the butter, for he is grateful for the gift of medicine from the travelling medicine man.
But as time passes on, without a doubt, the medicine man runs out of handouts.
"Thank you…" the kind medicine man laid, down in the ground while his coffin is made, for he is grateful for the gift of giving from the kind people whom he knew they can live.
My daughter.
My daughter is the one person who’s been tracking me and searching for me for years. She’s the top of her department, of course she would be the one to lock me up. How can I be so stupid? I should have told her sooner. No, I should have never started this stupid "superhero" thing. That way this would have never happened.
But what’s happened has happened, and now I need to break the news. How? Over dinner? "Hey, just to let you know, i’m the most wanted criminal in the province." This is ridiculous. She’s supposed to do her job, save people’s lives, but how can she do that when she needs to lock her own father up? She was so proud of her job too, she would never stop talking about her latest case. She will never look at me the same after this. But I have to tell her, she deserves to know, and I deserve to be in jail.
Shit, the doorbell’s ringing. Wish me luck.
“I’m sick of it. So fucking sick of it. I can’t let my brother get to my head, not like this. He owes us like, three, four rabbits? And he hasn’t even bothered hunting for months. What is he trying to do? Piss us off? Well, Logan, it sure is working. Your family is dying because of you, your father is too damn stuck up drinking in the pub and you know I can’t hunt, they’ll go after me. I can’t let my family die. Not like this.”
She continues her stroll along the woods, bow at her side, careful and steady not to make a noise. It may seem like just the woods but, not for Leah. She hears a little creature climbing up a tree and she froze, daring not to move. She can’t seem to place her eyes on it, but she hears it rapidly jumping from treetop to treetop. It’s almost as if it was invisible.
“N-no… it can’t be..” Her breath is shaky, and she’s fighting the urge not to run away when all of a sudden the critter stopped. Silence filled the entire forest. She knows what’s coming for her. What should have killed her years ago but just couldn’t seem to be satisfied with her just yet. She lost the ability to move. She try’s to call for help but, it’s just too late. It’s always been too late, the witch tries to explain but gets cut off by what seems to be a monkey, the little creature who was jumping to and from.
“Run. get to your family.” The monkey-like creature wraps its tail around the witch’s neck and Leah runs faster then she ever did in her life. She’s stumbling so hard that she doesn’t even notice what she tripped on, something not forest-like, it seemed. She turned around only to see the thing she tripped on. Her own dead body. Looking up from the cracks between the treetops she sees a big shadow overtake her entire town. She’s sprinting now, the only thing on her mind is Logan and her dad. “Are they okay? Will I get there in time?”
She makes it to their little cabin and speeds for the door, but something stops her. Logan’s voice, coming from behind her, whispers, “I’ve been waiting for you.” An un human-like chuckle came from him as Leah realizes she didn’t make it in time.